I first produced my pstol and then produced my rapier
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"Now here's my secret", said the fox, "it is very simple. It is only with ones heart that one can see clearly. What is essential is invisible to the eye."
("The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupery)
"The soul would have no rainbow, if the eye had no tears." (Native American Proverb)
As I lay there dreaming did she loot my pack of plunder
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Ah, Life. Daily, it insists on being itself-- an adder in the blooming heather which may or may not strike at one's heel. Or perhaps a better analogy might be a flowering gorse-bush in a slick, mud-lined depression.